Word Count: 3874
Author's Summary: A few excerpts taken at random from Ianto's diary.
Characters/Pairings: Ianto/Jack, Gwen, Toshiko, Owen
Recced because: I already recced a "diary fic" this week, but I also like this one. It has a different pairing than the other story: Ianto/Jack, which has been sorely underrepresented on this comm so far. Maybe someone else will recommend serious Ianto/Jack; I'm going with crack. It's a reasonably quick read that contains a lot of amusing lines.
May XX, 200X
Attire: Black Armani, blue shirt, blue and black striped tie.
World in Danger of Imploding: Personal world, yes. Physical world, no.
Alien Contact: 1 destroyed.
Rift Activity: Minimal
Cleaned: Tourist information centre, access tunnels, WC.
Restocked: A4 paper, toner cartridges, biscuits, chocolate body paint.
Notes: Relief - am not serial killer. Mortification - Jack found and read this diary. Considering burning diary, quitting job, running away and joining Navy. As it is reportedly all about rum, sodomy and the lash, feel am extraordinarily qualified for the job. However, as do not want to trade one gorgeous Captain for another of dubious appearance and quality and skills, will attempt to stick it out... and of course let him stick it in. One day it will be my turn. Really, I'm sure it will.